To Start a War

Hordan stood in the crowd of people, all dressed in their Sunday best, who had gathered at the rally, smiling with anticipation. The crowd erupted in cheers as the councilor approached the podium, his neatly combed blond hair gleaming in the sun. “My friends, we have gathered here today to talk about a great danger to our….”
Hordan sighed. He’d grown tired of the councilor’s constant attacks on how much of danger he and his kind were. He trembled with anticipation, history was about to change for the better of his people.
“Witches, they call us” Hordan muttered in disgust, “wizards, warlocks and devil worshippers. We are the next stage in human evolution, they will learn to either step aside or be crushed by our might. All it takes is that first step, and I’m happy to be the one to take that step.”
The next few seconds were frantic as Hordan finished and rushed through the crowd, his palm glowing pale blue. The bodyguards drew their flintlock pistols and moved to protect the councilor, as the blue light blasted out of Hordan’s hand, the noise of the initial blast sounding not unlike a cannon blast. It moved faster than their eyes could follow, pulsating and making an odd humming noise as it flew straight toward its target, cutting through the guard’s torso before emerging from his back and passing through the councilor’s body.
There was a collective gasp as the two collapsed to the ground and lay still, not a single spec of blood. Hordan was soon brought down by the security. All the while he was smiling, oblivious to the screams of the people and the cries of a new widow. With the death of two men, a war would begin, and an era would end.